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Fistful Of Steel

Discussion dans 'Archive' créé par Ruban Rouge, 21 Juin 2007.

  1. Ruban Rouge
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    Ruban RougeMilitant? Bof. Nan. Membre actif

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    Uh
    Check it
    Huh

    Silence
    Something about silence makes me sick
    'Cause silence can be violent
    Sorta like a slit wrist

    If the vibe was suicide
    Then you would push da button
    But if ya bowin' down
    Then let me do the cuttin'


    Some speak the sounds
    But speak in silent voices
    Like radio is silent
    Though it fills the air with noises
    Its transmissions bring submission
    As ya mold to the unreal
    And mad boy grips the microphone
    Wit' a fistful of steel
    Yeah
    And mad mad boy grips the microphone
    Wit' a fistful of steel

    Wit' a fistful of steel
    ('Cause I know the power of the question)
    Wit' a fistful of steel
    Wit' a fistful of steel
    (And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)


    It's time to flow like the fluid in ya veins
    If ya will it, I will spill it
    And ya out just as quick as ya came
    Not a silent one
    But a defiant one
    Never a normal one
    'Cause I'm the bastard son
    With the visions of the move
    Vocals not to soothe
    But to ignite and put in flight
    My sense of militance
    Groovin', playin' this game called survival
    The status, the elite, the enemy, the rival
    The silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin'
    Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin'
    Steppin' into the jam and I'm slammin' like Shaquille
    Mad boy grips the microphone
    Wit' a fistful of steel
    Yeah
    And mad boy grips the microphone
    Wit' a fistful of steel

    Wit' a fistful of steel
    ('Cause I know the power of the question)
    Wit' a fistful of steel
    Wit' a fistful of steel
    (And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)
    Huh
    Ahh shit


    (Solo)

    (And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)

    And if the vibe was suicide
    Then you would push da button
    But if ya bowin' down
    Then let me do the cuttin'
    Yeah
    Come on


    A .44 full of bullets
    Face full of pale
    Eyes full of empty
    A stare full of nails
    The roulette ball, rolls along on the wheel
    A mind full of fire
    And a fistful of steel

    And if the vibe was suicide
    Then you would push da button
    But if ya bowin' down
    Then let me do the cuttin'


    Yeeeaaaaaah
    Wit' a fistful of steel
    Huh

    (Solo)

    Come on
    Huh
    Wit' a fistful of steel
    Huh